stillflight: White background. A solid red silhouette of a songbird with one black eye. Behind it is a black silhouette of the same bird with a white eye. (analyzing shadows)
2024-02-23 01:57 am

Signs that I was an alien child right from the beginning #1

Was bored enough recently to think "I should watch some old Doctor Who episodes from my childhood and see how much my memories of them are the same!" Obviously only really wanted to watch the 9th and 10th Doctors but thought it might be fun to first find that one episode I remember as a kid that I hated. Or more accurately, I was 10, it scared me sleepless worse than anything else I had seen by that age, and I was strangely fixated with it, always asking my dad to put it on and promising not to have nightmares this time. Generally, I assumed it was the monsters that both scared me and captivated me, but as it turns out, the episode is essentially about a very autistic-coded child who is terrified of his parents medicalizing his condition and "sending him away," who turns out to be an alien brood parasite unaware of his inhumanity but desperate to be accepted.

Huh.
stillflight: (carnivore)
2023-12-22 06:44 am

Quote by Morgan Boecher, from What's Normal Anyway (2013)

"Why is it that I've sometimes got to ignore my survival instincts in order to survive?"
stillflight: (everything)
2023-12-20 07:56 am

Choosing one video game to represent each Archetype

1.Breath of the Wild. Tears of the Kingdom is also a contender for this of course, but I have to go with the first game because as the original its atmosphere of true, unique exploration of places completely new to you (and to the character!) was really special to me in my playthrough. No game embodies the joy of "Hey, what's that over there? Let's go find out!" gameplay better than Breath of the Wild. And of course it ties into my fictotype. I'm a wanderer. Link is a wanderer. In Breath of the Wild I (Swift, Link) am not tied down to anything; I can find myself on any road I like, and importantly, nobody knows who I am. I am simply the nameless traveler who caught them dragonflies, or came upon them being attacked and ran over the monster on my horse. I have no home; my home is the raft on the ocean, the horse I ride from one end of the kingdom to the other, the wind carrying me on my paraglider. There is a quote from an NPC in this game -- as all random NPCs, easy to miss: "I get the feeling going home isn't an option for you, so take care of yourself out there." It felt like the game was reaching out of the screen and speaking directly to me in this world, and the fact that something so poignantly relevant to Link was relevant to me in the exact same way made me feel... emotions.

2. Everything. I can think of no more obvious game to represent the full truth of what it means to be a shapeshifter archetype, what it means to really change. Many games will have you changing your body, maybe even turning into other species. But you always remain the same individual throughout. Your body might became that of a wolf's or a bird's, but your mind remains human... Everything does away with that. The body will always change, and so will the spirit. I am not permanent. I become. I have a quote for this one too: “As you experience all of the Universe’s things, each thing also experiences you. Things leave their mark on you as you leave your mark on things, and somewhere inside you is an impression of everything you’ve been.” I always think of the swift fox when I remember this quote. I am not a swift fox. But when it was my theriotype, I was a swift fox. I will always change, and the things I have been will stay with me, even if they aren't me anymore. I mean... just look at my name. The only thing that will never change about me is that I will always change. There's another quote, from my past self. Clearly she was right.

3. Spore. I mean, what else would it be, to represent the concept of adaptation, opportunism? The game is about evolution, the literal natural process. Unlike the other two this is a childhood game for me. (I mean of course, the other two are only seven years old. This came out in 2008.) I don't have as much to say about this one. It really speaks for itself. But I will say this. This game was formative for me for a reason. In a way, it helps to materialize how my archetypes tie together. The game is about changing yourself and wandering, both in the name of evolution. To wander is to change for no purpose. To adapt is to change for a purpose.

stillflight: (creature)
2023-11-14 01:30 am

Long shift + Tried: kiwi berry

I love kiwis. They're one of my favorite fruits, maybe even my favorite if you factor in affordability and ease of access. I am now obsessed with kiwi berries. They really do taste almost exactly the same, with maybe a little softer of a sweetness, yet they're the perfect size and shape to just pop right into your mouth like a grape. Such a good raccoon fruit. I also bought a papaya on the same trip which is also an amazing raccoon food.

I've been so intensely raccoon lately; I'm not sure what's causing this, a shift lasting multiple days and still going strong. Mostly an envisage shift, but for me that is often accompanied by a mild mental shift. And of course, intense, frequent ph-shifts. Mostly they've been of my muzzle, nose, whiskers and teeth; some tail, paws, fur, and my usual red panda ears have been raccoon ears. I would really like to get some persimmons. There is no better fruit for the raccoon in me. Some fruits are ringtail fruits, some are raven fruits, and some are raccoon fruits.
stillflight: (creature)
2023-11-08 02:17 am

Questioning: two hawks

I'm starting to think that sometimes, maybe the best answers are the simplest ones, that you came up with right away before then overcomplicating things with forced "cool" or "rare" answers. Answers that make the most sense because they're so obvious as to be staring you right in the face, and not answers that you had to scrounge up from circumstantial subconscious fragments. Red-tailed hawk was the second theriotype I ever confirmed, and the first bird one. I've always been a buteo, and I knew that, but I went with Harris's hawk instead for so long. I guess it was because I knew red-tail was the "basic" bird kintype and thought people would think not that I was faking, but that I didn't actually do any research or have expertise on birds and went with red-tail because it was the only one I knew, which is almost a worse libel to me. Or because I felt like red-tail was too obvious, too simple, too easy, maybe too influenced by media and what's always been more popular, especially around the time when I first confirmed it? Early on in my blog I had even written a whole post, which blew up, about the importance of looking into other predatory birds before one confirms red-tailed hawk, so the idea of then confirming it myself felt almost fraudulent, like I was a con artist.

Ever since accepting I'm also a red-tail, while I thought I was both, I just can't see myself as a Harris's hawk. It doesn't come naturally, it feels forced. I had this same problem summer of last year after I had been trying to explain why I felt like a hawk and decided on Harris's hawk, but "demoted" it to just a familiar cameo shift because it just didn't feel like I was being genuine. It felt like a mask. I had thought the problem was that I was too many different species, I had too many theriotypes, some of them were just wanting to be something, and I needed to Occam's razor down what was real and what was wishful thinking, and Harris's hawk was the first to go. But since then, I have confirmed additional theriotypes -- sea slater, mosasaur, as examples -- and harmoniously, with mental equilibrium. The problem was the species, and this past August when I really truly accepted being a polytherian instead of trying to reduce reuse recycle with my theriotypes constantly, which meant I accepted being a red-tail too (after so long too! Almost seven years), I was suddenly so much more focused on being a red-tail than I ever was with being a Harris's hawk. I just didn't feel like Harris's was important. It was like having a biology textbook that I loved reading, but then one day I got a shiny newer, updated version, and pretending like the old version was still my favorite had no point, because it was outdated and wasn't accurate.

With all that being said, I think I have narrowed down my red-tailed species, which frankly feels more significant to me than being a Harris's hawk at all did. I see myself most in a paler color morph, but not completely white like a leucistic. I am drawn to both central northern American habitats like those in Alberta or Wyoming, and south western American desert habitats like places in Arizona and New Mexico. One of the reasons for clinging to Harris's hawk was that I felt so strongly about being a desert hawk, but felt like I must be a red-tail that lived in greener areas. I did not consider the possibility of a migratory subspecies that winters in the Sonoran.

Krider's Red Tailed Hawk Photograph by Jerry Griffin - Pixels

May I introduce the Krider's hawk, Buteo jamaicensis kriderii, my specific subspecies.

I feel so at peace with this. I'm not a Harris's hawk, and more importantly, what makes this not like the last few times I de-confirmed Harris's hawk, I know what I am. This will be the last time I use the tag for Harris's hawk. (Not sure if I'm going to just use the red-tailed hawk tag or keep the hawk tag.) I can send this piece of my personal history off to sea, finally satisfied with its closure.
stillflight: (moonlight)
2023-10-31 07:43 pm

MyNoise/Questioning: Carboniferous

I had been watching Life On Our Planet with Birch and definitely a lot of the creatures were giving me cameo shifts. But none has stuck with me like the maybe 20 seconds they showed of Anthracosaurus. I don't know why I'm already questioning them. I only just watched the episode that featured them yesterday. But I was just sitting awake in bed ruminating on it last night. Normally, when I get a cameo shift caused by a nature documentary like this, I'm fully aware it's just a cameo. I never questioned dromaeosaurs or Komodo dragons after my documentary binge for my resource post, because I knew my brain was just having a little fun. It wasn't serious. The only time it felt so serious was when it was mosasaurs and look where that got me after a year of denial.

And I feel like I can't possibly be an Anthracosaurus therian but then when I think "Hypothetically, if I was though--" I get like... almost sick with excitement? I LOVE the idea of stuff like announcing it and being one in an alterhuman setting -- if I think about that stuff with other things I get "vibes" from -- say for example, leopard seals or early whales, I dismiss it immediately because I know it's not genuine or true and it feels confidently inaccurate. Thinking about telling someone I am an Ambulocetus therian doesn't make any sense, because I know I'm not, despite the shifts and feelings and even familiarity when I see them. Thinking about telling someone I am an embolomere is exciting. And I know it's not the clout of having a rare theriotype because what could be more impressively out-there than a whale ancestor? But I feel like it almost HAS to just be paratyping out of mosasaurs, right? But there's also all those times I questioned or flickered or cameoed creatures from the Godzilla/The Beast from 1,000 Fathoms genre of sea monster movies and this being the closest real animal to that that's ever existed.

Anyways, I was of course thinking hard about the Carboniferous period and its environments, specifically swamps of course, and whether I would feel at home or was drawn to them. So I made a MyNoise. And I do really like it. But the strangest thing about it is that it doesn't feel accurate -- I can tell it's not perfect.
stillflight: (creature)
2023-09-27 06:54 pm

MyNoise: Rain in the Canopy

So my PC broke. I haven't been able to do much. Definitely haven't been able to write Dreamwidth posts. I just hate typing on a phone.

On a new computer. I made this a little bit before my PC broke. I was exploring my black-shouldered opossum identity. And it helped. It's such a deep feeling, listening to it. The jungle noises they have on the site already never did anything for me so I thought that nothing really would create that audio-triggered shift. But this is so much more of a real sound. Tree frogs singing into the night, a thorough rain, leaves rustling.
stillflight: (carnivore)
2023-09-21 10:52 pm

Quote by Leslie Feinberg, from Stone Butch Blues (1993)

"I remembered what it was like to walk a gauntlet of strangers who stare--their eyes angry, confused, intrigued. Woman or man: they are outraged that I confuse them. The punishment will follow. The only recognition I can find in their eyes is that I am 'other.' I am different. I will always be different. I will never be able to nestle my skin against the comfort of sameness."
stillflight: A crude medieval drawing of a raven on a green hill against a blue starry night sky. Surrounded by a goldish brown border. Snippets of text can be seen in the top and bottom left corners, not enough to read. (Default)
2023-09-21 10:46 pm

Quote by Charles Darwin, from On the Origin of Species (1859)

"There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one, and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved." 
stillflight: (creature)
2023-09-21 10:31 pm

I love dragonfruit

This isn't an entry on something I tried for the first time because I already know I love them. They're one of ultimate creature nostalgia foods. All I'm nostalgic for is 2021 but it's some of the best memories of taking my dad's car out to the Walmart or Heinen's every Thursday to buy a new type of fruit and get to be an animal about it. And yellow dragonfruit was always the best. Slicing it open and digging into the sweet grainy flesh made me feel so close to my rainforest opossum self. It's also kind of a ringtail food.

Anyway, that's all to say, I just had one, and it put me in an opossum shift. Specifically the paws and head shape. That large rounded head.
stillflight: (fadecreature)
2023-09-21 02:21 am

Quote by Franz Kafka

"I never wish to be easily defined. I'd rather float over other people's minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person."
stillflight: (everything)
2023-09-17 05:22 am

Change

When I was a teenager, I was less insecure about how often I seem to "change my mind" about who I am as a person. I knew it was who I was; it was in my nature to change, and it was my only nature. I told myself one thing, not really as a promise or reassurance, more like a conclusion, an understanding: The only thing that will ever stay the same about me is that I will always change.

I think I forgot this too much recently. I went looking for one tangible weighty answer, my perfect self which would never change and would always be that thing I could draw a business card of and present to anyone who asked, synoptic. Here is my favorite song and my favorite band. Here is my favorite movie and book. Here is my gender. My species. My sexuality. My whole life on a card. And it will be this forever, until I die, so feel comfortable getting used to it. I've finally found it. I've ordered a bulk order of these cards so I hope this is the one! Otherwise I'll have to spend another $100.

I NEED TO STOP BUYING THESE CUSTOM CARDS.

Because I think teenage Cyril was right. Hell, even just the name is proof of it. I've changed it legally now, but how can I be so certain this will be my name for the rest of my life? I thought that about Cyan. And Jayce. I thought it about my deadname. I live in Iowa now, but god knows I won't forever. I wear these clothes now, listen to this music, play this kind of video game, but why do I need to hold myself to that forever just because I like it now? I am a bisexual binary male musteloid, right now, but three years ago I was a nonbinary gay fox, and this was something I knew so certainly I didn't expect to ever need to come to terms with any updates. Who do I think I am to say, well actually, that was simply wrong, I was incorrect, mistaken, I was just confused, and if I had actually thought about it (and knew what I now know), I would have immediately come to the right conclusion. This is the right conclusion, what I am now, which I will always be, because it feels right now so we're good, set up the plaque and start carving.

But that's just misrepresenting history. It felt right then too. To say "ohh I always felt a little off" is a complete fabrication. I know I'm a man. I knew I was nonbinary. I am a wanderer in all ontological forms. I wander geographically and I wander metaphysically. I will never stay the same. It's not who I am. I would say that's the only thing I'll ever know about myself, but it's kind of the opposite. I know who I am. Tomorrow's knowledge may just not reflect today's knowledge.

And I will always hold that quote close to my heart. “As you experience all of the Universe’s things, each thing also experiences you. Things leave their mark on you as you leave your mark on things, and somewhere inside you is an impression of everything you’ve been.” Hence the Everything icon.

stillflight: (moonlight)
2023-09-09 01:18 am

Tried: black mission fig

I tried a fig for the first time yesterday. I really liked it. It has a seedy, grainy sort of texture -- a bit like a kiwi or dragonfruit! But the taste is definitely different. It is almost like a peach or nectarine type of gentle sweetness. The ones I got were cold, firm and smooth like river stones, so it was very satisfying to bite into. I don't know why it's taken me so long in my life to have a fig. It's a very common fruit.
stillflight: (pixelme)
2023-09-07 10:52 pm

If autistic people gained superpowers based on their special interest, what would you be able to do?

Something fun I've been talking about with my headmates (the ones who have special interests). It's a really fun question I like asking people now. It's completely open to interpretation but the goal is to think of a power that is narratively interesting, so not too omnipotent, but also makes sense for how your special interest affects you individually and personally. So, two people with the same special interest in, say, paleontology, might have two different powers; the person who focuses more on the geological timeline may be able to time travel, while the person who focuses on the animal biology may be able to shapeshift into dinosaurs. It goes for special interests in specific media too. Someone with a special interest in Avatar could say they have elemental bending powers, or a special interest in Doctor Who could give you immortality on a technicality.

Foxglove's special interests are botany, mineralogy, and possibly psychology. Psychology is obvious; she's psychic, she can read minds, and maybe even influence them. She got stuck on the other two, but eventually decided (after a perusal of Superpowers Wiki) that she has mineral property manipulation, and "just a very good green thumb." She can alter the chemical makeup of minerals to a different structure, thus changing the type of mineral. And she is real good at growing plants, though I'd interpret that as having very slight plant-growth-influencer powers.

Ziv's special interests are weaponry and wilderness survival. Zie thinks it would display as innate skill. Zie'd be able to expertly wield any weapon zie picks up, even if zie has never set eyes on it before. Zie'd have innate understanding of wilderness survival tactics and knowledge, from building a fire to flintknapping to navigation, and wouldn't even have to think about it or look up guides. Zie's a simple wolf, zie says hir superpower would just be impressive skill in the area of hir interest.

My special interests are art, biology, and (in as few words as possible) cultural change over time. My favorite idea for these was for the latter, which is my main special interest. I call it object postcognition. I'd be able to touch any object (or living thing!) and see into not only just its future, but also its past, and at my most capable, I'd be able to time travel to the moment of either is creation or destruction; but I would be simply an observer, and cosmically unable to alter timelines; no matter what actions I take, they would be negated or simply zap me back before they can take effect. For biology, I could shapeshift, but only animals for which I know the scientific name and the placement in the taxonomic tree of life, as well as having an intimate knowledge of their biologics. I can flub it in rare moments of confidence though, and convince my powers that I am intimate with how, for example, a Smilodon, or a dragon works. As for art, I've thought of something interesting, but a bit abstract -- which fits. I have two hand-in-hand powers: what I call artistic divination, and something similar to "probability manipulation" but based on artistic engagement. Obviously for the first, I receive signs and messages on things through art, not as in it warps to tell me things, but I kind of psychically interpret it into true things. And the second, with the example of music, if I am listening to a specific song, reality will shift around me to match the mood of the song. But it's simultaneously a very weak power, because I have to be actively engaging with a piece of art for it to work and most pieces won't do anything drastic, and potentially a very dangerous one, because it could also go very wrong.

Lumi's special interests are snails, Nintendo, shapeshifting mythology and folklore, and possibly Ancient Greece. For starters the most obvious power would be shapeshifting, especially as they already are one. They said the shapeshifter power inherently includes turning into snails, so they can also communicate with gastropods (but understand snails the most). And that was their idea of a really cool enviable power. We got stuck on the last two because they're so broad with so many different unique stories between them. They think that because of their Nintendo special interest, they can manifest objects from different games, but due to the overpowered nature of this, greatly struggle to use it to its full advantage. And due to their ancient Greece special interest, they are an "oracle."

V'vohu may not have traditional human-level neurology, but if it had special interests, based on what it takes interest in, we think they would be outer space, Kabbalah, deep time, and Welcome to Night Vale. So V'vohu is obviously the most powerful of all of us. But honestly, how could we assign it superpowers based on these without stumbling onto things it can probably already do?

I want to ask more friends with autism this question. Specifically narratively-minded ones. I want to see what other people come up with that would make for a cool character in a story.
stillflight: (flux)
2023-08-31 06:05 am

03/2020

It feels like I have been burnt out since March of 2020. In constant crisis mode. Every infographic about emotional health puts me in the red "I am in immediate danger" zone. It wasn't a decline, it was a collapse. An implosion. For three years: I haven't felt fulfilled in my relationships with other people. I haven't been functioning. I have been numb, aimless, and unfocused. My mind has not been one cohesive unit since. My synapses and neurons don't want to work together. They're throwing pens and balls of paper at each other from across my brain. I have been Internet addicted, unable to engage in my hobbies, unable to enjoy art, or create it, unable to read books or play games or watch movies, unable to connect with nature. I feel like something fractured in 03/2020 and I lost some core piece of who I am that I just can't remember. I can't recall what it was or what it looked like or what it did. Was there a point in which I could? In which I held it in my hand, tangible and solid?

But. Then I think back, and remember my life as it really was, not as I'm nostalgic for. From my first year of college all the way to childhood. I wasn't happy even before, was I? I just wasn't tapped into the same spring as everyone else. I was always disconnected. I was always wanting.

My god, I have never been happy. When I realized that it just hurt. I've never experienced true comfort. I've never been truly at ease. Not in any ontological sense. I've never been happy -- I've experienced joy, but I have never had an existence I could call a happy one, even for short lengths of time. I've never been at peace. Even as a very young child I had some kind of gaping emptiness inside me that I could feel but not verbalize. Even as a child I was restless, aching for something I couldn't put into words, but even then knew I could never have... have, or find, or get to, or be. Even on a purely conceptual I never knew what it was, and I never will. When I was 7 or 8 I called it "lonely feeling." It was the only way I could describe this cavernous hollowness inside me. I think I was born with a piece of me missing. Some fundamental piece that everyone else seems to have that makes them a real being.

How do you deal with this knowledge? How do you pursue the future without the certainty you will ever be a whole person? How do you continue on without the drive in you to pursue the future? How do I go on, knowing that no matter what they say, no, not everyone finds it, not everyone settles, not everyone coheres into a being before their body's time is up... that some people really do die regretful and craving, hungry, after an unsatisfying life of wasted labor? And that you aren't special... that you're probably more likely than not to be one of those people if you've managed to go 22 years so far without a single place you've ever felt comfortable calling home, a single person you've ever felt comfortable calling love, or a single being you've ever felt comfortable calling you?

Was I born with a curse?
stillflight: (moonlight)
2023-08-28 04:46 pm
Entry tags:

Iowa City Coffee Crawl

A thorough review of every coffee shop in downtown Iowa City.

Tru Coffee
Expensive. First impression: expensive. Overpriced? Possibly -- the drink I had (I believe it was a mango smoothie) was mediocre, even despite being a mango drink. The food was good. It was an almond chocolate croissant, and they had many other options. Quality food. However, if you go closer to close, they will be completely out of all pastries, and they close at 3 pm. In addition, the seating is terrible; most tables are spread out in the center of the large room, and there is not a single seat with an outlet in the entire store. The last two points are what hurt the most. This is NOT a place you can set up and do work. You will not have time to get anything done -- but at least you won't be there long enough for your computer to run out of power.
2/5

Tspoons
The food is unreliable. They might have good donuts. I wouldn't know -- they have different ones every time and I never get one. Their cups smell weird, and it makes the drink less enjoyable. There is only one good seat in the whole store -- it's a small space, but that one seat is very fun. The mall locale detracts from the atmosphere significantly.
1/5

Press
It's a bit out of the way. Let's acknowledge that first. It's kind of the outcast of Iowa City coffee shops. It's a good way to get your steps in. But, is it worth it? No. The whole space smells strange in a bad way, making it uncomfortable to stay for long. The London fog is watery and bland. There is no good food, save for a few limp muffins. They offer very little in terms of drink selection.
0/5

Java House
The vibe is really good here. It makes up for the lack of windows by being a cozy, aesthetic-inspired little studyhole. Good lighting, and by that I mean, there is comparatively little. The food can be good. They are able to heat up pastries, and they have a good banana chocolate chip muffin and an okay chocolate muffin. They also sell a lot of little a la carte treats like chocolate candies. Their London fog is nasty, far too sweet and too much vanilla, but their iced tea lemonade is top notch. There's a lot of good seats with outlets, but the best in the house is the big oval table at the very back. The main problem with Java House is the shitty owner, who I don't want to support too much, so I don't go super often. The secondary problem is the unreliable WiFi.
4/5

Poindexter
AWFUL SHOP. They have a mango smoothie? Not worth it. London fog? Ass. There is nowhere good to sit, a corporate atmosphere, no food, and the kicker on top of it all is that they don't even have good WiFi. The WiFi isn't even just shaky, it's straight up all the way consistently bad. It is impossible to work here. Going on a coffee crawl -- skip this one.
-1/5

Fix!
Just tried this for the first time today, and I loved it. Unlike the last shop I just mentioned, the WiFi is actually noticeably good and fast. The food is decent, they have a few types of cake which is really cool, and I liked the drink I had, a green tea hibiscus lemonade (though it was awfully sweet), but would have to go back to try their black tea lemonade and see if they do tea lattes. None of that is the point though. The point is that the atmosphere in here is off the CHARTS. It is almost like a cross between an airport sitting area and a teen lounge at a rec center. Open spaces, huge windows letting in tons of light, really cool vibes. It's right behind the theater at Film Scene and you can hear when a movie is playing which is fun. It's sandwiched between the back wall of the theater and a glowing little bowling alley that I didn't even know existed. The only problem I see with this place is that there is a significant drought of outlets. There's really only one table in the whole huge space (and it is VERY large with lots of seats) where you can place your laptop on the table and still have an outlet in reach.
5/5

Coffee Emporium
This one just makes me sad because I think I'm going to do two different ratings for it. The first is for Coffee Emporium, the new moniker for this store. It is, by all means, a decent coffee shop. Probably well above the level of most coffee shops in this town. They have a good banana bread which you can ask for warm. Their drink menu did not change, which I will get to. Their internal layout did not change either, which I will also get to. They close much earlier than they used to, which is a shame for a store that used to be the only coffee shop open past 7. They have fun paintings and photographs from local artists displayed on the walls and they host poetry slams regularly, which is really cool. Very good location.
3/5
The second review is for The High Ground. A coffee shop that closed at 11 pm, then 9 pm after the pandemic. Large windows and multiple good window seats with outlets which you could sit at and watch the street outside as the sun set. You are almost guaranteed an outlet seat. They had (have) INCREDIBLE drinks -- delicious caramel flavored milk steamer, iced tea lemonades, wide tea selection, and the pinnacle: the BEST fucking London fog, not just in Iowa City, but anywhere. All of which they'd serve to you in a ceramic mug. They used to have tons of tasty food options -- an amazing chocolate muffin, peanut butter banana bread, hazelnut chocolate croissant, and my favorite, a white chocolate raspberry scone, plus meal food like amazingly seasoned avocado toast and a tuna melt, all of which has been retired. It was a cool casual vibe, and they even had this fun trivia board where if you got the answer right you got 10 cents off your order. Once they even asked me for a trivia question (I of course gave them one on video game history) and the next week I saw they had put my question and answer options up on the board. The workers are very friendly to regulars and remember your name if you go often, which is obviously still true since it's the same employees. I miss The High Ground, best coffee shop in Iowa.
5/5

Prairie Lights
My new favorite in town. Not because of its good food options, which include a berry danish, a chocolate croissant, and a ham and cheese croissant. Not because of its good seating with outlets. Not because of all the art it has up on the walls like The High Ground does. But because it is on the second floor of a bookshop. And fuck yeah. That is a good vibe. Though, it is to be said, everything else about it is not ideal. The WiFi is abjectly terrible unless you're sitting at one specific table. The tea latte quality depends entirely on who is working that day because sometimes they will make you a frothy London fog in a mug and sometimes they will hand you a pot of oversteeped earl grey tea and a cup of milk. But it is a good place to read. Because the WiFi is so bad.
5/5

stillflight: White background. A solid red silhouette of a songbird with one black eye. Behind it is a black silhouette of the same bird with a white eye. (analyzing shadows)
2023-08-20 02:08 am

That time I got high

I think about it sometimes because it was shockingly awful and I think I know why but it's difficult to talk about. It wasn't "a bad trip." I didn't hallucinate or act out. It was just that the specific intoxicating effect of marijuana did not mesh with who I am as a person. On a fundamental, very fucked up level.

A marijauna high makes every emotion feel deeply significant. It forces you to notice each one and feel it. The thing is, I can understand why so many people find this enjoyable or a meaningful experience. I am not like many people. I am a very broken person. I am emotionally repressed so thoroughly, so viciously, that it was uncomfortable to be in this headspace. Forced to notice my emotions. Things being significant was upsetting for me. Sober, I flee from meaningfulness. I avoid strong feelings. Nothing makes me more sick to my stomach than feeling like I want to react strongly to something minor. Sandpaper on my brain: the idea of tears about an inconvenience... or joy about a convenience. How'd I get to the point where emotions are so prohibited that I'm not allowed to feel happiness? What do I think is going to happen? So when I was high, if something made me feel happy and the happiness felt significant, and I couldn't look away, I wanted to gruesomely and bloodily rip my own soul out of my body.

Was I punished for expressing emotions as a child? Well, yeah, I know I was, but it couldn't possibly have been so harsh that this happened. I can't face emotions or experiences or meaning. I shy away. It's too... too something. Hard? Painful? Scary? Vulnerable? None of these. When I touch too deeply into a feeling, I feel revolted in my body the same way I do when I touch a gross texture. You know how some cars have lane sensors and buzz the steering wheel if you drift out of your lane without turning the blinker on? That is my brain. When I drift out of my stoicism lane, it senses it, panics, and buzzes.

Art is my blinker, I guess. Songs. Paintings. Stories. "Books must be the axe for the frozen sea within us." (Franz Kafka.) My ice sheet is so thick that you might think there's no ocean at all. It's just a myth, and you're swinging away with the axe all day long in the blistering cold for nothing. But I know there's life under there. It might not be majestic whales and happy dolphins. It might be zooplankton, niche-specialized squid with 20 foot tentacles, and some kind of weird echinoderm. But it's worth chipping away at the ice for. And I do that with art. It feels safer to experience meaning when it is presented to me through music or literature. I am allowed to cry about something I locked away in the recesses of my mind if a song is my filter and maybe I don't even realize what I'm actually crying about. I wept until I heaved watching a music video where two people walking by save a man from jumping off a bridge. I hadn't realized until then just how scarred I was by seeing those people walk on by when I was gripping the railing and ugly crying every time I looked at the suicide prevention hotline phone number plaque. In the throes of a song, I was allowed to cry. But when the song ends and I'm left alone with my thoughts, back deep down they go.
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2023-08-19 07:34 pm
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Indifference to bugs

I always found it weird when people would freak out about bugs like they're going to kill us all. People would actually notice an ant on the sidewalk and comment on it, saying, "Eww, don't you just hate ants?" like it looked at them funny or something. My coworker comes into the room and announces, "If one more fly touches me I'm going to explode!" and I find it frankly bizarre that he would care whether flies are knocking into him. Flies! They're tiny and harmless, even if annoying.

I've learned that humans are strange about bugs. They are intolerant of them. They notice them unnecessarily. They see bugs as intrusions on their perfect civilized lives. Bugs are part of nature, so when one or several show up inside a building, it's like they're intruders on YOUR property. After all, what is civilization but humankind's property?

As a nonhuman animal, bugs don't bother me any more than grass or dead leaves bother me. They are just part of the environment -- same as I am. Neither of us are any more or any less.
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2023-08-19 06:13 pm
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If I could go back

I think about time travel sometimes.

I think about an imaginary scenario where I wake up one day in a room from years ago. From before so many things happened. I would be prepared for them. Depending on the year. I would be prepared for COVID. Depending on the year, I could choose a different college, a different major, or a different year to start. I would already know things about myself that were grueling to discover. I could enter the alterhuman community so much earlier and be more secure in my place in it. I could even come out as trans sooner and know from the start I'm a bi man, not gay or nonbinary. Save me the trouble of having to publicly change my mind. I would seem so much more stable. I would be on the perfect career path. Going to a different college, I could even meet so many more fun people. I would be there day one when my now-favorite bands first start releasing music.

In some ways it would be a dream... but in others it would be a nightmare. I would be subjected back under my mom's abuse. I'd have to go through all of college with her in my life again after finally breaking free. I would be back pre-T. I don't even know how to begin describing what a waking nightmare that would be. I wouldn't know all the friends I remember forming bonds with and they wouldn't know me. I would know exactly when and where I would first meet them, so I could look forward to that, but we wouldn't have that bond right away, and it would be hard waiting for that day without them in my life. It would be hard knowing things that will happen and not being able to steer them in any direction... I couldn't prevent COVID, or prevent disastrous things from happening to my friends... I wouldn't even be able to warn them.

I think if I had the opportunity to go back... I wouldn't take it. Does that mean I'm happy? It's hard to believe, but that's the conclusion, isn't it?
stillflight: White background. A solid red silhouette of a songbird with one black eye. Behind it is a black silhouette of the same bird with a white eye. (analyzing shadows)
2023-08-18 02:35 am

The generalist archetype's effect on polytherianthropy

Along with being a wanderer, I have always been drawn to the "generalist" trope/archetype. Adaptable; opportunist; go-with-the-flow; whatever the right word for it is. I've thought it may be simply an offshoot of the wanderer archetype, or possibly caused by my theriotypes (raven, opossum, raccoon; I even thought raccoon and opossum were archetypal theriotypes at one point because I was so drawn to the archetype of the generalist). But I've been like this for most of my life. In any given category, I kind of draw from everything. Listening to every music genre, for example, or every tense when I write. I eat all kinds of food. I am content to live in almost any environment, I'll find positives to anywhere. My headmates' Pinterest boards are all quite cohesive; mine is a mess of wildly different interests and aesthetics. I'm adaptable; I am autistic of course, so some certain changes are tough for me, but for the most part, it is so easy for me to fall in step with a radical alteration to my life, or even just a slight one to my everyday.

Jury is still out on whether this is a full archetropal identity, or just something I relate to. With the wanderer 'type, it was immediately and strongly obvious. So I'll have to apply my thinking brain to that question. But thinking about this has made me realize something else, an in on a question I thought was unrelated.

Could this be why I am able to feel like I am so many wildly varying species? Why my brain is capable of experiencing identity as all these animals that couldn't be more different? Isopod and osprey, mosasaur and opossum... Some people say it's too difficult for your brain to handle having more than around five theriotypes so it's very rare or even impossible, but then, most people also have a certain defined set of music genres they listen to and don't stray too far from that vibe. Most people prefer some fiction genres over all others.

It's causing me a bit of a crisis, because I have long "thought" that while I admittedly and regrettably had more theriotypes than most, I was just five animals. Just five, and that was ok, I could be five right? It's not too out there, it's not too far away from the more common 2-4, it's still totally legitimate in the eyes of other alterhumans who I desperately want to see me as respectable. I'm totally not a faker KFF. I even invented a whole new label so I could get away with talking about being these animals without admitting the damning statement, "I have ten theriotypes."

I don't know. I have to think on it. Maybe confront my real reasons for continuing to renunciate that "these aren't theriotypes, I am these but I'm not at the same time, it's eternal questioning, I'll just never know if I am these." Maybe continue with what I've been doing, refusing to distinctly list my theriotypes in public alterhuman spaces. Which has been so freeing and come so easily; I talk about my species when it's relevant, I have no need for a public dossier on my species identity which anyone can peruse on a nosy whim. And I have indeed realized that even just that has made me talk about being a hawk and a mosasaur and a vulture so much more. I actually find it more natural to talk about being these species when none of my species identities are tied down by the label "theriotype." I talk about them with the exact same openness with which I talk about being a raven, osprey, isopod, musteloid or opossum. I'm sure that is a big glaring obvious bright red sign...

I need to be able to abide by and glory in ambiguity. I am, after all, the monster named Cento.